... here, where the gaze is stopped everywhere, the whole earth is designed so that the face turns upward and the gaze implores. Oh! I hate this world where we are reduced to God.

There are plagues, and there are victims, and it's the duty of good men not to join forces with the plagues.

In truth, I was so good at being a man, with such plenitude and simplicity, that I thought I was something of a superman.

Does the end justify the means? That is possible. But what will justify the end? To that question, which historical thought leaves pending, rebellion replies: the means.

False judges are held up in the world's admiration and I alone know the true ones.

The principle can be established that for a man who does not cheat what he believes to be true must determine his actions.

I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.